Jack Rabbit

After Sunday coffee hour,
we drive away
only to find a jack rabbit
fleeing from the church
and across the street
to a place of hiding.

I can relate.
It wasn't meaningful today,
Sunday service, I mean,
and hasn't been
for some time.

I interpret the jack rabbit
as a sign
for jack rabbits have history
with my family.
It was a jack rabbit
my dad saw as he lay bleeding
from shrapnel wounds
in a field in France
with Germans on one end
and Americans on the other
and gunfire all around.
A poor jack rabbit
scared shitless
caught in the crossfire
along with dad.

A jack rabbit fleeing
the church grounds
means something I'm sure.

Do you think the jack rabbit
minded that I snuck out
of coffee hour
to go visit the drop in center
for those with mental health concerns?
He didn't seem to be in a socializing mood
and neither was I.

Or was he just scurrying
across the street
because that is what jack rabbits do?

Either way,

he was scared shitless.
Me too?